A Songbird's Sweet Morning Song

The dark, mango, guava, carob trees The resting place of all birds and bees Appears deserted by human civilisation The lonely nature's foundation There sits a songbird-------- And sings a sweet morning song------ Which enchants, delights, fascinates us It, itself perches in the dark But shows a ray of hope to all of us In the dry parched summer When have dried up all ponds, lakes, rivers Dried up all the plants and saplings Not a single drop left for the poor Thirsty, dainty ducklings Yet mercifully sings a sweet morning song------a boon That heralds the coming of the Monsoon The optimistic note it carries Absorbs all the stresses, tensions, worries Cuckoo, the small sweet bird Love of its music the very word Comes and goes unthought, uncared The premonsoon bird of thirst unquenched Spreads bliss..............................